Driven Into Hiding
Driven Into Hiding
What were you sniffing around, daddy?
I have my methods, daddy
A match made in throat fuck heaven
No fear of the monster
I need a taste to be convinced
Good thing you like sloppy seconds
Have you met perfection?
You are an amazing specimen, miss
Don't you just love mornings?
You came in red, you'll leave all red
Look at that, how nice it slides
Soft all over
Claim your big prize
Fabrics of fantasy in the skin of reality